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No Gestures

 No no no!! I'm not your main squeeze I don't want to be pleased by a man who can grip a can with one hand, Can’t  you see the way I tilt my crown I am not a He I'm a She, can't you see the clothes I wear, it hides every curve and stripes I have;

I dont need your eyes uncovering each layer of me as if I was a pear. No no no! Stop it there, I can feel your eyes searching for a surprise but I choose not to stare in those sickening eyes; where my clothes are suppose to change the image  you apposed, uhh sike my dear I wear my crown with ease not to please, I dont need roses thrown at my feet;

I only want my time to breath and get high off this thrown I sit on if you please, No I don't ride a high horse but, of course I'm selfish with myself of course, I'm not filled with pride or slit my eyes to the side cuz there is no hate in my heart but more of a lost thought;

You seem confused when I tell you bad news and then you begin again with repetition as your main man, Stop assuming the obvious you look desperate and I get more agitated with just the thought of you close to me, I feel sick and disgusted;

My skin begins to crawl from the image that I saw, Stop looking for a well when its empty trust me I have all the pennies, a penny for your thought would take time away but I rather have your woman and take her as my new bae

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